youre lost
Know I had to tell my girl
This ain't that
Woah, I don't want you back (Lil Uzi)
Yeah, I'm just counting racks
Yeah, the money won't bring her back (It won't)
Yeah, and I just want her back
Want her back (I want her back)
Yeah, say you made your money backflip you lyin'
Skrrt-skrrt, big Lambo' now I'm drivin'
Give her the D, yeah, she fight it
Yeah, she turn around and she like it
Woah slide on it, ride on it
Turn around girl, bite on it
Diamond chain, you can shine a light on it
I hit your girl, yeah, it's tight homie
I'm so fly you fly a kite on me
Stand on my money, you got some height on me
Yeah, no that is not my homie
I said no that is not my homie
I was in Miami with my old homies
Fucked on your girl when she got lonely
Skrrt-skrrt
Yeah, my car, it go skrrt-skrrt
Might fuck around and buy a new one
Cowboy status walk with two guns, yeah
Wait, hold up
Diamonds all on my teeth it look sunny
I'ma walk through the game 'til I run it
I just left out the bank with a hundred
Wait, wait, wait, a hundred thousand? Yeah
I know she was with you some time ago
She left you 'cause, um, boy, so broke
Boy, you a joke
Boy, you a hoax
She got with a boss 'cause, boy, you a ho
Yeah, he ain't got no money
I swear that that boy be doin' that most
He say he gon' get me touched
Tryna put on a show
Talkin' that he gotta go
Thirty K that for the low
Everybody be quiet, yeah
Gotta keep the blinds closed
Who that knockin' at my door
Runnin' out the back door
Saint Laurent cost a Yeezy
Remember life wasn't easy
Remember girls didn't need me
Now they beggin' just to meet me
Bad girl from Waikiki
And she wetter than a squeegee
Long legs just like Dee Dee
Lil' nigga just like Dexter
But she know that I'ma flex her
And you know I'ma finesse her
Young nigga gettin' money
Girl are you up?
I was in Miami with my old homies
Fucked on your girl when she got lonely